Love Thy Neighbour
by Andrea Hickman and Beth Tolson
Aimer Votre Prochain - Love Thy Neighbour
Leurs Altesses Royales le roi de France Louis XIV et Alexandra du Limbourg, reine de France, aimerait vous inviter à la cour au Palais Royal, le Château de Versailles, sur le huitième jour de Août de l'année 1643 pour honorer la vie et tragique passant de sa gracieuse majesté Anne d'Autriche, la reine en douceur de la France, de la mère à son Altesse royale, le roi de France Louis XIV.
Their Royal Highnesses King Louis XIV of France and Alexandra of Limburg, Queen of France, would like to invite you to court at the Royal Palace, the Château de Versailles, on the eighth day of August in the year 1643 to honour the life and tragic passing of her gracious majesty Anne of Austria, the Gentle Queen of France, mother to his Royal Majesty, King Louis XIV of France.
Conversations overheard around the Palace
“Have you heard, the Pope himself is coming to the Palace?”- “I have heard he does not wear white robes but prefers to wear black like a common priest?” - “He has come to talk about stopping the Heretics who are taking over towns in the south.” - “Let’s hope the King listens to him, and doesn’t just drink.” - Laughter
“There are two Spanish ladies who arrived today, they had a lot of bags with them.” - “They are Princesses, not just ladies. The older one was the late Queen’s younger sister.” - “The younger one did not look very happy to be here.” - “Well the Spanish are a strange people. Not the late Queen of course.” - “She was a proper lady and a kind Queen.”
“There is something going on between the Cardinal’s Guards and the King’s Musketeers.”- “There is always something going on between them.” - “Not like this, if they keep fighting in public then the Musketeers are done for.” - “They have killed more than one man in cold blood.”- “I like the Musketeers in those blue uniforms so dashing.” - “That’s just because you have taken off more than one of those blue uniforms.”
“The King is trying to marry off at least one of his sons.” - “And one of the other ones is meant to be becoming a man tonight.” - “Who do you think will marry the King’s son?” - “Depends on which son, if it's the Bastard, it could be to anyone.”- “ Not if the Queen has a say.” Laughter
“There is an inquisitor going tonight who has been digging up a thing up or two while he was staying in the town.”- “He terrifies me.” - “They say he know about every sinful thought you have ever had.” - “He is going to have his hands full then, this is Paris after all.” - Laughter - “He still terrifies me.” - “Me too!” - “He’s here for them Heretics - Cathars, not for them like us.” - “Let’s hope you are right.”
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Three Spheres, Two Cities, One Cranium
by Connie Neeser and Felix Kawitzky
The night is bright, all the astronomical spheres have crested the horizon, bright enough to dim the stars. The air is harsh, acidic — better to stay indoors until it passes. Thankfully, the Pub Between is just here. Its reputation is as good as any place so far from civilised living can be, although you've heard that lately the band of mystics known as the Mudtongue Cult have been frequenting the place. But then, isn't that why you yourself are here?
Three Spheres, Two Cities, One Cranium is a New Weird LARP for 13 people, set amongst the remnants of past civilisations. Society has been changing: the School of Mediums has merged with the Church, the Autarch’s barrenness threatens the dissolution of the Royal Line, and powerful corporations seek to shape and modernise the social, sexual, domestic and economic lives of their citizenries.
However, even as Halfaxan life becomes more regulated and rationalised, the Sanatoriums are getting crowded, and the Old Ways — with their fantastical, macabre practices — are creeping up again, igniting superstitions and fears long thought past.
Three Spheres is influenced by the works of Ursula K. Le Guin, China Miéville, Lisa Tuttle, Mervyn Peake, M. John Harrison, Octavia Butler and Margaret Atwood.